Too Lazy for Joy?

   I was tired last night when I got home from working all day in Yakima. After dinner I thought about visiting Marvin, and almost talked myself out of it because it felt so good to sit with my leg up, ice my knee, and rest. But I got up and went...taking our latest Robert Fulghum book.
   He was awake, had done well with dinner and was very alert. We have a deal --- he has to sit with me while I read instead of lying in the bed, so we sat on the love seat together. 
    After reading a couple stories and chuckling together, I said, "Did you hear about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan? Many people were lost." He scrunched up his face which  indicates sadness, his way of crying.
    Then he said, "I want to go."
    "To Japan?" I asked.
    "Yes."
    "What would you do there?" I questioned.
    He held up his hand and waved...and said, "I'd wave at them and say I love you."  Then he started laughing, something he does rarely these days. And we had a great laugh together and a hug. We ended by praying together for the victims in Japan -- he prayed out loud, also a rarity recently.
    Simple joy in the middle of all kinds of difficult circumstances...and I almost missed it because I was tired. Well, maybe it was just lazy.